Dream Log

The dream is set in a grey world. Hitler won World War II and continues to live on through life-support machines, yet claims he is alive through the love of his people. The clouds were always grey. It burned through the day and poured with rain during the night. Hitler, who is referred to as 'the man' is treated like a living god, an immortal being.

Much like every dictator's fantasy, anyone who disobeyed him ended up punished. My friend Danny and his friend Sam are law enforcement officers. They are assigned the task of showing respect for "the man". And if they catch anyone who does things that fail to fall within the standards, it is their job to punish them. They basically decide who lives and who dies.

Now it makes me thing sometimes we are not that far with things like this becoming reality in some places. Some countries have it much worse and are suffering with war every single day. It was one of those dreams where you didn't really know you were dreaming, but you felt like it was real and you had to and get ready for work sort of thing.

I was trying to walk my normal route to work and noticed the park by me had changed. There were military parades everywhere and every ten soilders in the line had red flags.

At that point, Danny (who dosen't drive in real life) came driving through in a car and told me to come to the meeting. I did what I was told. The meeting took place in an historic hotel around fifteen minuters from where I live. Sam was going around smashing up all the statues because he was Sam, and didn't like anything that disrespected the man.

I sat with my friends and other law enforcement officers. It didn't take me long to realise that I was, in fact, one of them too. They talk about great achievements: how thousands of dementia patients were able to die with dignity and be relieved from further suffering. I listened and wondered: what if they didn't want to die and would live with the cherished time they had left, and let them die naturally?

Everyone burst into laughter. Then one one person randomly saluted, everybody stood up to salute. The last person who saluted was whipped five times on each shoulder. There were things that were said in the dream that sounded insanely insensetive. Everybody was talking in German accents and President Putin came in to tuck into the snack trolley. Hitler, being over 100 years old at this point, is unable to govern Europe, so Putin does it on Hitler's behalf. President Trump was there too, adoring the man and following him like a puppy seeking attention from his master.

Then Danny turned around and said, "Hey Chloe, remember when you burned all those people?"

"Did I do that?" I asked. I had never killed anyone or anything before, but in this universe, I was apparently causing genocide. "That's just not me at all. I don't remember at all."

Sam burst into laughter. "It so funny. Especially the screams from that fat pedophile."

Danny laughed too. "Of course I remember perfectly. I was there, you knobhead!"

And that was when the dream ended. I have told Danny and Sam about the dream and they think it's hilarious and think it might have been me entering an alternate dimension. Well, I'm quite glad that I am not living in that dimension. Everything was so boring and pale. Not a single flower or animal in sight.